When I say I understand why people like her, I mean it.
And it may seem like I'm coping and don't really feel that way.
I don't even really know what I mean when I say that.
Except I do.
I know why I feel so upsetWhen I'm topped in everywayby her.
One of the sweetest girls I know.
Funny, smart, kind,
Pretty, athletic, independent,
Better, better, better...
And I don't hate her for it.
No, seriously, I don't.
I couldn't.
She's so great in so many ways,
I couldn't bring myself to speak ill of her for no reason.
No less one as petty as this.
As petty as jealousy.
I wish I could be her.
I wish I could change how I look.
Its really not about her.
Its always been there.
This feeling.
Since I was young.
Since I came here, I've never felt like I was enough.
I always had some fault in someone's eye.
Unfortunately,
She happens to be
The needle that breaks
The camel's back.
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RomantikA poem book I made to dump all my creative thoughts into; a poem dump. The Art is mine and does belong to me: please do not use it without my permission.
